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board and brought out a few cookies,—pale,
baked-to-death “ poor man’s cookies.” They
looked poor, indeed! I shuddered before I
stuck a piece into my mouth.
To eat with a mask on, when the mouth is
no wider than the slit in a savings-bank, has its
difficulties, I can tell you. The little I did get
in tasted of camphor. Mrs. Berg must have
kept her medicines in the same closet with the
cakes.
“ Perhaps the little ladies would like
some-thing more,” said Mr. Berg.
“ No, thanks—No-po, thanks-panks.” And
we all three rose to go. We curtsied and
curtsied. Mr. Berg bowed and bowed. Mrs.
Berg turned the key in the Street door after us
with a snap, and I heard her sav something
about “ that long-legged young one of the
judge’s! ”
Oh! how we laughed! “ Now we will go to
Mrs. Pirk’s,” said I.
“ Inger Johanne! Are you crazy? She is
worse than Mrs. Berg! ”
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